We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

Walk With Electro-glide Down The Blue Highway.

It Doesn't Matter About Money; Having It, Not Having It. Or Having Clothes, Or Not Having Them. You're Still Left Alone With Yourself In The End.

Rock Isn't Art, It's The Way Ordinary People Talk.

Well There's Nothing To Lose And There's Nothing To Prove I'll Be Dancing With Myself.

I'm Not Talking With An American Accent. I Haven't Gone Off And Become Sammy Hagar.